Dim tracts of time divide
Those golden days from me;
Thy voice comes strange o'er years of change;
How can we follow Thee?
Comes faint and far Thy voice
From vales of Galilee;
Thy vision fades in ancient shades?
How should we follow Thee?
O heavy cross—of faith
In what we cannot see :
As once of yore Thyself restore,
And help to follow Thee.